Old Jerusalem (marquem na agenda: 28 Junho - Porto)

watching how the light floats
and how you naked hide behind a coat
of curtain sahdows, colored skin, punctuated with the sin
of water flowing through your breast
down to the whiteness of the bath
god´s palette was glorious when he chose to paint us both

your hair drew lines around your neck
and i kissed water through your back
followed drops to your behind,
had the scenery in mind
of earlier the lake today,
me gazing at you move away
your buttocks trembling gently with the elegance of your step

faking that i too need cleanse
i let the water wet the lenses
of the glasses i´ll remove,
or maybe you, in gentle moves
hazily kissing my brown eyes,
we set aside for now the lies
they´re fringed with greenish jealousy
that i see only when we're bare

faking that i too am cold
i help you putting on your clothes
tuck your breasts inside the bra,
a naughty look i know you saw
through the mirror in my eye,
we now are clothed, let in the lies
we´re fringed with greenish jealousy,
redeemed only when we're bare

(e, incrivelmente, estes meninos são portugueses)